The summer sun is pouring down
In golden floods its mellow light,
And who, when joy the year would crown,
Would think of darkness and of night?
Away, away all care and pain,
This is the year's sweet rosy noon;
We know the frost will come again,
But who would think of it in June.

The summer whispers in the breeze,
Its voices are in dell and hill,
It dances on the silver seas,
It sings in every brook and rill.
Come let us, then, this happy while,
My darling, in the woodlands roam,
And learn from Nature how to smile,
Without a thought of ill to come.
To-morrow in the future lies —
To-day, to-day, my love, is ours;
Each passing moment as it flies
Will find us still among the flowers.
See yonder shines the sun's red gold
Among the greenwood's quivering leaves —
On every tree thaThe enfolds,
A crown of fire he deftly weaves.

And as he gleams 'mong oaks and pines,
A shower of light falls on yon pool,
Till like a gem it gaily shines
Among the sedges soft and cool.
How sweetly glows its bosom bright,
Unruffled by the faintest breeze!
And 'neath the streams of rosy light
Are mirrored fair the stately trees.

The rose tree blooming near its side,
So beautiful, and fresh and gay,
Rejoices in its hour of pride,
And give its sweetness while it may.
Then let us like the flowers be wise,
And drink the sunshine and the dew,
Nor seek to speck our summer skies
With cloudlets of a wintry hue.

The frost and snow will come again,
And we of grief must have our share;
And like the earth our time of pain,
In faith and hope we'll bravely bear.
But now to-day her heart is glad,
And so, my darling, shall be ours;
We must not be one moment sad
Among the sunshine and the flowers.